Antoine Gustave Droz,
Stories by Foreign Authors
(1898)
“ The door opened, and my husband came in, wet with perspiration and out of breath. If I live a century I'll not forget his look when he said: "'Well?' "I answered, 'No worse. But the doctor?' "'He's coming.' "Oh! those blessed words! It actually seemed as if my child were saved already. If you but knew how folks love their little ones. I kissed the darling, I kissed his father, I laughed, I cried, and I no longer felt the faintest doubt. It is by God's mercy that such gleams of hope are sent to strengthen us in our trials. ”
